This was not Providence HQ.

Six's brow furrowed in annoyance as he looked back in the direction he'd come from only to find more of this strange city. Breach's work? No, that didn't make sense. The transition between Providence HQ and here had been seamless, and he had already become uncomfortably familiar with the Pack member's portals. They had a certain feel to them.

"No more! We don't need any more of your kind here!"

Six turned his head in confusion as he saw what looked like a group of protestors holding strange signs. ("Meta-Humans Go Home"? "Our Earth, Our Rules"?)

He turned his back on the protestors, raising his hand to his ear for his earpiece only to find it gone. His scowl deepened. Great. Just...great.

He supposed it was too much to hope that the situation would resolve itself peacefully. That the protestors would be satisfied with just shouting at him.

No, some of them had to be idiots and decide that his attempts to walk away before things got ugly was a good enough excuse to throw the first punch. On instinct, Six had dodged, grabbed the offender's wrist, and flipped them onto the ground.

And then all Hell had broken loose.

He still had his magna blades and shuriken, but these were civilians, humans. He only used his hands and feet when dealing with the crowd. He never went on the attack, letting them rush him with their own sloppy punches and kicks. He stuck purely to counterattacks and blocks, briefly sprinting out of reach when they tried to come at him en masse.

He ducked out of the way of someone swinging a sock with something heavy buried inside of it, the cudgel swinging dangerously about. He grabbed the perpetrator's wrist and twisted, the young man dropping the makeshift weapon as his wrist snapped.

Even though it had been purely self-defense, the crowd was only getting angrier. Six was hamstringing himself by not going all-out, so he could really use some backup right about now.